#admires - Hello Poetry

There’s a difference between calling a girl fit and hot and calling her pretty and beautiful When you call me beautiful I imagine you noticing the way my hair falls from the clip over time I imagine you noticing the way my giggle sounds and the way my smile lights you up When you call me pretty I imagine you noticing the complexities of my eyes, the way my freckles come out in the sun and and depth of my dimples Pretty is noticing the way my legs are sculpted when I walk ahead of you and the way my nose flares when I genuinely laugh Fit is the body two ***** and a waist A pair of lips you can only imagine what they do Hot is the low cut top exposing my cleavage and my ability to open my legs for you Fit is a one night stand word or the words of a man in a club hoping that that night you are feeling especially vulnerable and insecure Beautiful is the text she gets when she lies in bed at 11pm asking if she wants to go on a walk And although she professes to him excuses when she walks out the door of a lack of make up and three jumpers to keep out the cold and her insecurities encapsulated by her self destructive smile and her hair pushed behind her ear You lift her face and examine that untouched smile The rawness of her appearance and the purity of her eyes That is beautiful And you call it so When fit is the way a body looks and how much makeup can look like none Pretty is the way she smiles when she sees you and the way she feels looked upon.

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Sep 24, 2023

Sep 24, 2023 at 8:00 AM UTC

KitAB

Pretty and Fit

There’s a difference between calling a girl fit and hot and calling her pretty and beautiful When you call me beautiful I imagine you noticing the way my hair falls from the clip over time I imagine you noticing the way my giggle sounds and the way my smile lights you up When you call me pretty I imagine you noticing the complexities of my eyes, the way my freckles come out in the sun and and depth of my dimples Pretty is noticing the way my legs are sculpted when I walk ahead of you and the way my nose flares when I genuinely laugh Fit is the body two ***** and a waist A pair of lips you can only imagine what they do Hot is the low cut top exposing my cleavage and my ability to open my legs for you Fit is a one night stand word or the words of a man in a club hoping that that night you are feeling especially vulnerable and insecure Beautiful is the text she gets when she lies in bed at 11pm asking if she wants to go on a walk And although she professes to him excuses when she walks out the door of a lack of make up and three jumpers to keep out the cold and her insecurities encapsulated by her self destructive smile and her hair pushed behind her ear You lift her face and examine that untouched smile The rawness of her appearance and the purity of her eyes That is beautiful And you call it so When fit is the way a body looks and how much makeup can look like none Pretty is the way she smiles when she sees you and the way she feels looked upon.

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Like a shining star He glowed brightly in the dark Outshining the rest Such a small being Having big dreams that one day He will shine brighter Brighter than the moon For he had wanted to be The one she notices

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Jun 15, 2019

Jun 15, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC

NinaSolita

Haiku : Shine

Like a shining star He glowed brightly in the dark Outshining the rest Such a small being Having big dreams that one day He will shine brighter Brighter than the moon For he had wanted to be The one she notices

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He says your eyes are as beautiful as the moon. When you touch me, I feel the softness of a feather. Your presence surrounds me like heaven itself. When you speak, each word from your lips feels like a gentle shower of rain. I can't take my eyes off your lips, as delicate as rose petals. Your silky hair is trapping me in your love. I'm trapped by your beauty, without a trace of regret. Yet, he exists only in my imagination.

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May 28, 2025

May 28, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC

srishti

The Illusion of You

He says your eyes are as beautiful as the moon. When you touch me, I feel the softness of a feather. Your presence surrounds me like heaven itself. When you speak, each word from your lips feels like a gentle shower of rain. I can't take my eyes off your lips, as delicate as rose petals. Your silky hair is trapping me in your love. I'm trapped by your beauty, without a trace of regret. Yet, he exists only in my imagination.

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